by Jerry Cole
Sherman was back to working now at least, but only on a casual basis. DreamLine Travel was slowly re-finding its feet now that the pandemic was over and where they couldn’t afford to pay Sherman his old salary, he was more than happy to take the small amount of work they could offer, for the much smaller offering. He saw it as a sort of working holiday, one that he desperately needed.
“You won’t get bored?” Bradley had asked him when the job was first offered.
“No,” he had shrugged.
“But it’s only three days a week,” Bradley had then pressed. “What will you do for the rest?" He was slightly worried that an idle Sherman would lead to bad decisions on his boyfriend’s part. But Sherman’s didn’t seem too concerned.
And indeed, in response to the question, Sherman thought for a moment. Then a satisfied smile had slowly spread over his lips. “I don’t know,” he responded. “But I’m strangely excited about it.”
If there was anything wrong with this arrangement, if Sherman was becoming bored for example, Bradley was yet to see any real evidence that suggested the fact. He appeared happier than he had ever been, less stressed, more focused. Oh, and he also hadn’t touched drugs since that day in the Hades Angels’ clubhouse. As he famously said whenever Bradley asked him, ‘You’re the only drug I need.’
“Fuck it.” Back in Bradley’s change room, Sherman suddenly let go of Bradley’s throbbing cock and pushed himself to his feet.
“Wha —” Bradley exhaled from the shock. “What are you —”
“I can’t take it.” Sherman crossed the room to where the make-up table was. He faced the table, put both his hands flat down on its surface, then looked back over his shoulder with a desperate look in his eyes. Bradley knew it too well.
“No,” Bradley warned.
“Please,” Sherman begged.
“No,” he said again. “I’ve got to be back on in like —” he checked the time. “— Fifteen minutes!”
“Perfect,” Sherman growled.
“No,” Bradley repeated. He crossed his arms and looked down his nose at Sherman... while trying to ignore the way his hard cock called to him.
“Suit yourself,” Sherman shrugged. Then, with his eyes still on Bradley, his quickly shuffled out of his pants and underwear, exposing his tight, round little butt.
Bradley groaned at the sight of it. He’s always loved that ass, from the little bits of peach fuzz that peppered the cheeks, to the way it clenched in and the muscles strained when he entered him.
“Woops...” Sherman licked his fingers, reached around and started slowly, sensually massaging his hole. “Mmmmmmm,” he groaned as those wet fingers traced around the edges of his asshole. “Fuck,” he groaned as he slipped two fingers inside himself. “That feels so —”
“Fuck it.” Bradley was up and across the room in a second. One more and he had his partner by the hips, squeezing them so tight that he was sure his nails must have been piercing the skin.
“Do it, babe,” Sherman growled.
“Don’t tempt me,” Bradley warned.
“I am.”
Bradley smiled to himself. He grabbed his own dick and pressed the head of his throbbing member into Sherman’s anus. Sherman moaned, so Bradley pushed a little harder. His knees shook as he slowly, gently, sensually pushed himself inside of his boyfriend, all the way up, as deep as he could. As he did too, Sherman’s body tense, he growled, he moaned, he groaned, he yelped in pleasure.
And then, they started to fuck.
This was their first-time having sex in the change room, as hard as that might have been to believe. Blowjobs, yes. Handjobs, definitely. But sex? Bradley had always drawn the line... well, until now that is.
Life was just too good. Bradley’s work was going better than he could have hoped. So good in fact that he’d already lined up his next two jobs after this one! As stated, his love life was even better than that. He and Sherman had found a balance, one that worked perfectly for both. Where before it was a relationship built on reliance – either Sherman relying on Bradley, or Bradley relying on Sherman – now it was a relationship of two parts. Two equal parts.
Sherman had been the first to say, “I love you,” but Bradley had said it many times since. And would say it many times more. Rarely, had two men more opposite existed, yet somehow the universe had decided that they were perfect for one another.
“Five minutes!” the call came from outside the closed door.
Bradley started thrusting harder. “I’ll be ready!” he screamed as he penetrated his boyfriend again and again.
“He will be!” Sherman shouted out too, almost in jest. Then, “Oh, fuck!” He grabbed onto the table in front of him and held on for dear life.
In and out, in and out. Bradley thrusted and grunted. In and out, in and out. Bradley grabbed onto Sherman’s hair, yanked his head back and bit into his ear lobe. In and out, in and out. Sherman stuck his ass up further, begging Bradley to go harder. In and out, in and out... and then Bradley came.
It was as he came inside his boyfriend that the door swung open. Harmony poked her head in, her eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and she quickly closed the door again. The two men saw her, and the two men didn’t care. Instead, they descended into laughter and collapsed on the floor in a sticky, sweaty heap.
Sherman crawled himself into Bradley’s arms, and Bradley wrapped them around him. For a moment, the two just sat there, holding one another in silence, relishing in the moment.
“You should get out there soon,” Sherman sighed.
“Probably,” Bradley shrugged. “But not yet.”
“No?”
“No.” Bradley kissed Sherman on the top of the head. “A few more minutes won’t hurt. Not if I’m with you.”
To this. Sherman didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. Instead, he snuggled in a little closer and allowed for his boyfriend to hold him. And Bradley did just that, soaking in the moment for all it was worth.
It had been a long hard road for Bradley Miles and Sherman Haas, and were they not so suited to one another, it might have been a road that led nowhere. From random encounters in Europe, to long distance relationships, to lockdown protocols and actual biker gangs! They’d survived it all. The funny thing too was that both men were also more than aware that the hard times weren’t over yet, and probably never would be.
Relationships weren’t easy, especially the good ones. But if both sides of that relationship were meant to be together, if they both loved one another as purely as Bradley and Sherman did, then the hard times were more than worth it. And as Bradley pulled his boyfriend in a little closer and gave him a peck on the forehead, he knew this to be the case.
What was next for the two lovers turned life partners? Bradley had no idea, but so long as Sherman was there by his side, he knew that it would be all right. He really did love the man that much. Even better that he knew this love was returned in equal parts.
